Head throbbing,
Blue black eyes,
Lips bleeding,
Soothed by ice.

Resting on the sofa,
Thoughts of our first date ---
Things have gone too far,
Now, I rue my fate.

I’m a battered wife,
Throughout my marriage.
Must I put up with this life,
A husband so savage?

These episodes left me void
Of any feeling.
I would, if I could avoid;
But I’m such a weakling.

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